I never cease to be amazed by how mean and trashy she can be. I shouldn't be amazed anymore, but I am. I wish I could just throw my hands up and say "I'm done ( Read more... )

Sometimes I am made to feel like I should be over it already. We happened upon this documentary called "Boy Interrupted" yesterday that was about a young boy who was moody, creative, bright, articulate and obsessed with death from a very young age. It chronicled his mental illness and culminated in his suicide. I couldn't help but think about Mike ( Read more... )

Dear Fellow Fat Girls,

Everyone looks goofy in shorts. Stop worrying about your legs and buy some. Maybe we'll start a trend of showing off chubby legs. It works for my babies at school.

Eryn

p.s. I want a gigantic bunny rabbit.

Ran into someone who used to be a friend at a show last weekend. I don't like seeing people from the old days. It sets me on edge for a few days, like I'm expecting the other shoe to drop. Nothing really happened, it was awkward; we had little to say to one another and parted ways with empty proclamations of intentions to get back in touch. It just ( Read more... )

You have to imagine that title read in the voice Stephen lynch uses during the spoken parts of "Medieval Bush." It's much funnier that way ( Read more... )

In conclusion, I am not going to any more weddings with Jeremy O'Bryan, because all anyone over 40 talks about is when are we going to walk the plank? Also I would, a little bit, like to smack him on the arm or somewhere else fairly benign with the yardstick for telling Jeanine at Christmastime that he was "working on" buying me an engagement ring ( Read more... )

Maria Bamford can be hazardous to one's health, should one listen to her while driving home from the coast after a weekend of drinking a lot and not sleeping so much. Just youtube "Maria Bamford Pterodactyl" and I'm sure you'll know what I mean ( Read more... )

Fortunately for me, the preschool manager was too engrossed in her credit card statement to notice that I was wet walking out the door. And that my closing paperwork was also wet. Now the events of 6:15-6:30 this afternoon can die with me ( Read more... )

Undergrad
8 a.m., sometime in 2002: My alarm clock goes off to get me up for class in an hour. Most likely hungover, I throw it across the room and go back to sleep. What? I can have three absences before it affects my grade, and I only have...man, I don't know.

Postgrad8 a.m., August of 2009 (I predict the future ( Read more... )

His vocals are a little forced for my taste, but his lyrics and sense of melody kick ass. And it's a good thing he wasn't on my radar during my last break-up:

http://dannymalone.blogspot.com/